Krzysztof Rucinski plays Weiniawski's Caprice No. 7 Op. 10 "La Cadenza"
2.5 hours of waiting time at the doctor's, 5 minutes worth of consultation, $10.50.
Of which $8.70 went to the consultation fee.
I am seriously considering a change in my future career.
*Doctor picks up stethoscope
Doc: Alright, I need you to breathe in.
*Struggles to breathe in through my already blocked nose
Doc: I can't hear anything. Breathe harder.
*Breathes harder
Doc: Again, harder!
*Almost kills myself
Doc: Open your mouth
*Opens mouth
Doc: There, I can finally hear you.
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Sunday, April 27, 2008
I gave my free stress ball to my lecturer.
And now I can't take it back. D:
Printjourn is hell.
No, it's hell two times over.
*stabs myself*
Printjourn is hell.
No, it's hell two times over.
*stabs myself*
Sunday, April 20, 2008
Saturday, April 19, 2008
1 down, 18 to go.
Week one is officially over.
Now we're all very much traumatised and pessimistic, thank you very much.
School is no fun when you already know who's gonna bag the best grades on Day 1.
So much for the "I'm gonna give my best and hope to score this sem", because the standard has skyrocketed.
Why bother?
3.1 is so demoralising.
Now we're all very much traumatised and pessimistic, thank you very much.
School is no fun when you already know who's gonna bag the best grades on Day 1.
So much for the "I'm gonna give my best and hope to score this sem", because the standard has skyrocketed.
Why bother?
3.1 is so demoralising.
Monday, April 14, 2008
Hola, senior year.
Year 3 begins in less than ten hours.
I am so not looking forward to it.
In the meantime my trusty schoolbag has been equipped with all the stuff that I need for the first day.
Yeah, stuff meaning cables, power adapters, camera dock, and more cables.
I already feel like one of those old technicians in blue overalls you see in those ancient soap operas. Those (men, for your information) who end up having affairs with the lonely female protagonists (old, rich taitais).
Picture this:
1 Rugged, good looking 40-ish year old technician in his techy getup
think blue overalls, yellow helmet, yummy looking work boots (no, not the PCK kind. the black ones with laces)
1 Unbelievably gorgeous wife of a billionaire, deprived of love and companionship (lets just assume the husband is away on a business trip for a couple of errr... years?)
Lonely, attractive woman (LAW): Oh no! Facebook is not responding! GRAHHHH!! *hyperventilates* IMGONNADIEEEE......
LAW hysterically reaches for the phone directory and dials the local tech shop)
LAW: AHHHHHHH HELP!!! I CAN'T LOAD FACEBOOK!!
Bored phone operator: Ok, hang on ma'am, the repair guy will be on his way
-minutes later (yeah, there was no need to ask for an address, because the Unbelievably cute and sexy computer guy (UCSCG) is actually Superman in disguise. And Superman never needs an address because nothing matters more to him than a distressed damsel in an 'I-can't-access-Facebook' situation.)
UCSCG knocks on the door, and was greeted by the most attractive woman he has ever laid his eyes on, LAW.
UCSCG: Never fear, my fair lady, for I have come to save your world from eternal despair.
UCSCG begins to pull out the many different cables from his trusty work pack. (Let's just assume that you'll need that many cables to get Facebook back on track)
- Hours later -
UCSCG:...and voila! It's fixed!
LAW's eyes glistens with tears
LAW: Oh UCSCG! You saved my life, and for that I am eternally grateful!
*Dramatic lovey-dovey/heroic kind of music spills in*
LAW falls into UCSCG strong (and hairy) arms. Their love for each other has reached to the extent that even I, cannot describe with words (or even html).
*Music continues while the screen fades to black*
Where was I... oh, my back-to-school kit.
Yeah, I can't believe I feel like a UCSCG, darn those stupid cables.
Trust me, we'd have to explain to our kids what 'books' and 'paper' are in the future.
All of a sudden the future seems so bleak.
Sigh, first day of school...
Wish me luck!
I am so not looking forward to it.
In the meantime my trusty schoolbag has been equipped with all the stuff that I need for the first day.
Yeah, stuff meaning cables, power adapters, camera dock, and more cables.
I already feel like one of those old technicians in blue overalls you see in those ancient soap operas. Those (men, for your information) who end up having affairs with the lonely female protagonists (old, rich taitais).
Picture this:
1 Rugged, good looking 40-ish year old technician in his techy getup
think blue overalls, yellow helmet, yummy looking work boots (no, not the PCK kind. the black ones with laces)
1 Unbelievably gorgeous wife of a billionaire, deprived of love and companionship (lets just assume the husband is away on a business trip for a couple of errr... years?)
Lonely, attractive woman (LAW): Oh no! Facebook is not responding! GRAHHHH!! *hyperventilates* IMGONNADIEEEE......
LAW hysterically reaches for the phone directory and dials the local tech shop)
LAW: AHHHHHHH HELP!!! I CAN'T LOAD FACEBOOK!!
Bored phone operator: Ok, hang on ma'am, the repair guy will be on his way
-minutes later (yeah, there was no need to ask for an address, because the Unbelievably cute and sexy computer guy (UCSCG) is actually Superman in disguise. And Superman never needs an address because nothing matters more to him than a distressed damsel in an 'I-can't-access-Facebook' situation.)
UCSCG knocks on the door, and was greeted by the most attractive woman he has ever laid his eyes on, LAW.
UCSCG: Never fear, my fair lady, for I have come to save your world from eternal despair.
UCSCG begins to pull out the many different cables from his trusty work pack. (Let's just assume that you'll need that many cables to get Facebook back on track)
- Hours later -
UCSCG:...and voila! It's fixed!
LAW's eyes glistens with tears
LAW: Oh UCSCG! You saved my life, and for that I am eternally grateful!
*Dramatic lovey-dovey/heroic kind of music spills in*
LAW falls into UCSCG strong (and hairy) arms. Their love for each other has reached to the extent that even I, cannot describe with words (or even html).
*Music continues while the screen fades to black*
Where was I... oh, my back-to-school kit.
Yeah, I can't believe I feel like a UCSCG, darn those stupid cables.
Trust me, we'd have to explain to our kids what 'books' and 'paper' are in the future.
All of a sudden the future seems so bleak.
Sigh, first day of school...
Wish me luck!
Sunday, April 06, 2008
Thursday, April 03, 2008
Wednesday, April 02, 2008
I'll (shoulder) rest my case.
I have resorted to chucking my half dead shoulder rest aside.
Considering the fact that it has done nothing to relieve my neck from the pain/ holes, I'd rather live without it (for now).
In an instant (flashes of flashes), I became really resourceful (and for the lack of a better word, bored) and came across this unbelievably cute debate on whether or not we should use shoulder rests.
Here's a small excerpt from violinist.com
In the meantime (and thousands of comments later), I have miraculously discovered the cause of my aching neck/shoulder/limbs/back/ (insert related part here).
Well apparently, they don't work as well for short-necked people like me like the way they do for giraffes.
*bawls*
I now proclaim myself as a deprived violinist of magical fingers and long necks.
(Yeah, brackets everywhere. It's late and I can't think proper thoughts. So brackets, it is.)
:D
Considering the fact that it has done nothing to relieve my neck from the pain/ holes, I'd rather live without it (for now).
In an instant (flashes of flashes), I became really resourceful (and for the lack of a better word, bored) and came across this unbelievably cute debate on whether or not we should use shoulder rests.
Here's a small excerpt from violinist.comIn the meantime (and thousands of comments later), I have miraculously discovered the cause of my aching neck/shoulder/limbs/back/ (insert related part here).
Well apparently, they don't work as well for short-necked people like me like the way they do for giraffes.
*bawls*
I now proclaim myself as a deprived violinist of magical fingers and long necks.
(Yeah, brackets everywhere. It's late and I can't think proper thoughts. So brackets, it is.)
:D
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